For those who grew up reading Asterix the word 'menhir' never fails to provoke a chuckle:
This little boy was sitting on his father's shoulders clutching his racing car balloon and gggling at Iggy Pop when he came on stage and said "nous sommes les fucking Stooges". French children are definitely the bomb. Alas I have no photos of the tiny Communist children running around in their berets and Che t-shirts.
There's something rather marvellous about all of the PCF (Parti Communiste Français) tents. Each of them have a bar generally serving whatever the local liquid specialty is, a restaurant or food counter selling anything from grilled andouillette to local oysters to paella made in giant paella pans to foie gras to wild boar salami and so on through all of the regional specialties of France. It's partially this regional flavour that makes the whole affair feel so dynamic and alive but it's also the defeat of the left in the last election that seems to have shaken them all up a bit.. should be interesting to see what happens from here.
And I love this slogan:
Politics can be beautiful. I like that.